the old dog, snow and the river bank
Slinky fell off the bank looking for mice and landed in the creek. She is getting old, it is a mistake anyone could make. She is nearly fifteen and slowing down. Her ass end doesn’t work like it used too. She still enjoys the hunt. The days of catching birds and mice are behind her. She needs help onto the couch and into the truck.
I ended up with both feet and a pantleg wet.
She is worth the trouble.
Even shivering she will chase her tail to make me smile.
Not much better protection than that.
All she asks is a bite of sandwich and a walk now and again.